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O’ dear skin

Pain erupts as I am relinquishing you

Dear tender past

Melodies of dreams and butterflies

Shall never last

O’ dear skin

In my past realm

I rolled up in your camouflage

I hid

I ran

I escaped

For fear of what I am

And what my inner self can

O’dear skin

I hew you with my present

I can no longer disguise my kind

The dance of my existence

Shall finally detach my masquerades

O’dear skin

Fire is vigorous indeed

Burning grins of desire

Desire to conform



Blend with the sheep

O’dear skin

The delusion of similarity

Rejects me

Can’t disguise fire for blood

Can’t lull my kind

Can’t silence my mind

O’dear skin

You ought to flee

For the light is forceful

And the dazzling beast is free.


Unknown Artist



The past made you lost in space

You wanted me present

You wanted me gone

You pierced me to your shield

You left alone


And I fight my demons and whisper

It’s perfect love

And I lay with demons and Whisper

It’s perfect love


Carve your pain onto my heart

I am made of poison

Nothing will hurt

I may cry but you are blind


And I fight my demons and whisper

It’s perfect love

And I lay with demons and Whisper

It’s perfect love

And I smash like stars and whisper

I am perfect love

And with a grin, I whisper

I am perfect love


Silhouette Dreams

Once upon a time in a silhouette reams

There was a girl dressed in fears

With eyes of a tiger

And heart of a fighter

She deceived the monsters disguised with dreams

Once upon a time in a silhouette cart

There was a girl with glass-shaped heart

With chocolate skin from silk

And piercing gaze paints kink

She escaped from monsters with angel parts

Once upon a time they thought they knew

The innocence inside colored.. yet hewed

She didn’t cease to rectify

What’s more than meet the eye

For her silhouette dreams

Rescued her from lies…..

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Loving the Devil

A wise man told me once

Care what you wish for child…

I wanted chaos, circus and mere war

Passion equates the Helen of Troy

Mirror, Mirror – who am I?

Dear life, you are Diabolique in disguise

You are full of purity

But the monster hypnotized you

The irony, it is melancholic and true

For you who drowns him to you

For weakness, mesmerizes you two

Could you addict what you despise

Dancing with the devil surrendering in a glance

You are to be blamed

You admire the masquerades he claims

He can not break you

But you witnessed his falls

For he will struggle to



And enjoy…

Wake up from your dreams

The sphere is not beautiful as it seems

Wake up and change the path

For the monster is Lucifer in disguise.



With his gauzy smile and vigorous eyes

Wandering earth with no disguise

Doubtless of his path

For chaos has no chance……

Strolling vivid nights alone

Careless of what was gone

Scatters reality as she gazes

For life’s but no mazes…..

But cosmos have a plot

Their encounter is paradox

And as winds smoothly flow

Souls intertwine for the lost vow……

Precious, Precious

Our time is righteously wrong

Sounds are melancholic and lone

Perhaps our existence ignites passion

A tempest lost – long forgotten

Beautiful winters we longed for

Warm bosom – far away….known

Swaying together far from hay

To an honest harbor

We are living in a heavenly dream

Too right.. yet, unreal

What is that work of art?

When we align as shattered stars

Utterly united

Surrendering and collided

Dangerously beautiful

Even if apart.


His Disguise_ A story of masquerades …

Lying on her bed before dawn, watching the night and light intertwining from her small window – with a cigarette between her lips, music in her mind, and fearful mess. She took an oath, not to return to his mangled shadow, not to fall for the charming beast. Nevertheless, she suddenly pauses… “Not to fall, who am I fooling, I did and I am tangled” she whispered…

The alluring stranger occupied her life smoothly. An intelligent fool he was, to take the hurtful path to her heart thinking that loving him would blind her from his disguise.

She tasted his masquerade from the very start, she smelled his lies from the first moment… Yet, the few sincere looks in his eyes tempted her, his heavenly touch brought hope… A hope for the beauty and the beast to become one against all odds.

He was unaware that the invisible pierces her, his demons persuaded him to what’s hidden is to be changed and a moment of truth shall be delayed. If he only knew, what she knows… If he only gave in to what he is and what they were…

He drowned close to her and whispered “I love you, you are unreal…you are intensely pure” – She got lost in his eyes, held him close and devoured his lips… He got lost in their passion, and he misread her wrench.. He misinterpreted pain with love, for what she acquainted was rough…

She adored him, he unchained her senses and regained her passion, if he only knew that she was longing for clarity… If he only knew, she knows…

She had to escape, she had to leave.. For what she loved was unreal.. For what she yearned, can not be revealed…

Would you quit your disguise? Can I undress your masquerades? Did you know that she loved the beast? Did you want her dead or alive? Did you love her? Are you longing to posses her? You are toxic, immortal poison……

I don’t want to win, you will remain underneath my skin, but I will never dive within. I am leaving you amid your sins.

She wore her dark dress, watched her devious reflection in the dark mirror – tasted the last drop of their wine and with pride, she wore her crown.


Sinful Virtue VI

“There is a fine thread between love and rebellion, and as much as we deny this fact, it remains the ultimate truth of our existence.. When you love, you rebel against your very nature, against what you thought is right or wrong, against your own morals… You go way beyond your defenses. You leave your battlefield consciously and  surrender to his battlefield.. Yet it doesn’t mean that you will stay, it does not mean that you will surrender for good… In fact, this momentary euphoria is only to be maintained by his efforts of lifting you up, NOT possessing you..” Diabolique whispered… She found pleasure to let her shield down for the first time in ages, to control giving in for a specific situation, yet what he did not understand that she is aware of every ounce of detail, every whisper, every word and every hollow part that remains ambiguous.. The way he touched her was too intense – and genuine. The way she breathed him in was unspeakable… She was one step closer to fall, when her alerts flashed,…when suddenly every hollow detail shined out bright.. She was surprisingly willing to compromise, she just wanted honesty, however, she didn’t demand it. She was waiting for his so-called wisdom to read beneath the lines, to be strong enough…. to face her and scream “I am your enemy”…. Nevertheless,  he was too lackadaisical blinded by his mental misfortune — his past and what he thought his human interaction experience. He failed to see her gifts, and she fooled intentionally  him  with her angelic nature; that he forgot  – She is Diabolique heart and soul. She is authentic and heavenly gifted, and this profound combination of paradise and Inferno is unbeatable by mankind, for charming him is inevitable. She bewitched him and escaped… They are the beauty and the beast… “Darling, I engraved passion in your soul and scars in your heart.” Diabolique.. To be continued…………………..

They are the beauty and the beast… “Darling, I engraved passion in your soul and scars in your heart.” Diabolique.. To be continued…………………..

“Darling, I engraved passion in your soul and scars in your heart.” Diabolique..

To be continued…………………..


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